Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Serbia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Gladiators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
Can,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.